If you’ve ever heard the word “theology” and thought it sounded like something reserved for pastors, academics, or monks in ancient libraries — you’re not alone. But theology is actually a deeply human pursuit. At its core, theology is about asking big questions:
Who or what is God?
Why are we here?
What does it mean to live a good life?
How should we respond to suffering, love, and injustice?
It seems to me that if there’s even one drop of love in this world
it means the future is still unfolding.
Choices we make seem to make a difference in this world
And if there is no difference making, seriously, what’s the point of love?
Love matters.
The God of love is the sand giving way under the pressure of Jesus’ finger as a new story unfolds moment by moment preventing the stoning of a woman caught in adultery. Not death predestined, but love’s power drawing a new picture in the sand. It is the golden strand of the silk bookmark marking the story of Moses as he stood with his toes in the sand before a burning bush hearing God say “I am that I am.”
